Waking up had been strange. It was as if I had still been dreaming as I ran around trying to find my towel in my dark room, grabbing my underwear and fluffy heart printed robe, ran into a wall, and then stumbled into the bathroom where I turned the water on to the point that it could boil a lobster.
But that had been aboout forty minutes ago.
The shower I was stepping out of had become cold. I'd actually forgotten to even condition my hair until about a minute before I stepped out.
My head is just all around the world. Part of me's dancing around at Woodstock, while the other part's singing show tunes, and the last failing part was attempting to get ready for school.
I frown at the mass of clothes that had formed in the corner beside my movie shelf. T-shirts had piled up, turned inside out so that I was clueless as to what I was grabbing as I reached in and pulled out a white shirt.
I pull on my white t-shirt, frowning once I notice instead of looking out onto the world, David Bowie is getting a brilliant view of my flat chest...
He probably doesn't care for it too much either.
I swore I had turned right-side-out just like...two minutes ago.
I groan irritably, ripping it off and angrily turning it right and pulling it back on so that the red David Bowie emblem was looking out onto my mess of a room. I grab my newly washed darkwash skinny jeans and pull on a pair of red Vans.
Oddly enough, I look pretty good. All I did was brush my wet hair and tie it into a generally cute messy bun with this thin, sparkly, red headband. Of course, I pull on my eight ball necklace, grinning. I couldn't forget that. it was like...my symbol. Amazingly enough, my thrown together outfit looked pretty cute and the tight shirt almost hints to curves...almost.
I love it when I look good. It's like the whole world just becomes instantly wonderful!
I walk out of my room with my billiards bag in toe, heading down the hall and down the stairs. "LUX! I'm ready to go!" I scream as I hop down the stairs, almost tripping and falling flat on my face.
How am i so off today, yet so...on?
That doesn't make sense...I don't think. Maybe it does. Can you be on in a way that isn't sexual?
All I needed to cure this was a Poptart. The sugar would bring me to my senses and then off we go!
...For a spoonful of Sugar makes the medicine go down, medicine go do-own, in the most delightful waaay!
"Casey, please refrain from singing Mary Poppins while I've got a headache." Mom's voice groans from beside me as I skip into the kitchen, imagining I was Julie Andrews in all her amazing glory. Talk about a goddess!
I kiss her on the cheek. "Sorry Mama!" I chirp.
I bounce over to the cabinet and frown, quickly realizing there is no possible way I'll be able to reach the poptarts at this height.
I need to grow! I need to!
Do they sell some sort of drug that can make you grow? Is that a thing?
Do steroids make you grow?
Probably not...they just make your voice all deep. Though they do grow out your facial hair.
"Daddy?" I call semi-quietly. "Daddy I can't reach the Poptarts..."
"Just a moment Sweetheart." He calls from the other room. Mom groans at the noise.
What is she? Hungover?
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The Unconventional Ways Of Casey Jayne
Humor-Going through editing. I am adding edited chapters, which have all been labeled as such. Casey thought, at first, that she was not prepared to leave her life long home in Georgia and head towards New York state. In actuality New York was not prepar...
